Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 15:35:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: martin boyar
Subject: Leg Wheel, by Josh Dugan
It all started as kind of a joke, really. Dave and I had been hanging out
in my room, where he came across a copy of "The Dancing Wu-Li Masters"
someone had given me.
He was intrigued by the cover illustration, which was a silhouette of a
simple wheel of legs, forming a circle with the feet on the perimeter, all
the legs starting from the center point, all slightly bent at the knees,
all the legs headed in the same direction as they went up and around and
down again, a complete circle of dancing legs, to symbolize freedom and joy
on a high spiritual plane.
"Cool," he said, tracing his finger along the outline of the illustration,
as if drawing the wheel of legs himself.
"It's only symbolic art," I said. "Although," I added as a joke, "tap it
three times and say 'leg wheel' and you turn into a wheel of legs yourself.
It's little-known."
"How hot would that be," he smiled, but there was a momentary flicker of
longing in his eyes as he looked at the illustration. I could empathize -
Dave was a natural beauty, a long-legged athlete, and one of those guys
whose feet are so nice-looking that he's always unconsciously shucking his
shoes or sandals, preferring to go barefoot.
"Tap, tap, tap," he said, tapping the illustration three times.
"No, you're supposed to tap it three times while saying 'leg wheel,'" I
corrected him.
"Okay. Leg wheel," he said, while tapping it again three times. He looked
at me and smiled. "I'd better take my clothes off in case I become a leg
wheel," he said, standing up to pull off his shorts and tank top.
"Fine with me," I said. There was nothing wrong with Dave naked, and he was
so comfortable that way, I never minded when he took off his clothes. His
body was made to look at, and was one of those bodies that seem to want to
wriggle out of its clothes whenever the chance arrives.
"Um, I think it's happening," he said, struggling to pull his shorts down.
I could see the cause of the awkwardness - he was already standing on four
legs, and where he'd pulled the shorts down there were a couple extra feet
stuck in the waist because he'd grown another couple legs in just that
short space of time.
I didn't have time for it to register with me what was actually happening,
although the room was suddenly crowding with all Dave's new pairs of legs,
seemingly pointing in all directions as he figured out how to use some of
his feet to push the poor shorts to the floor, where they were trampled by
other new pairs of feet as new pairs of his legs sprouted out of control.
"Hey, can you help me with this?" he said. I realized he was having just as
hard a time now with the tank top. No wonder. His arms were now four big
legs, too huge and awkward to get the tank top up and over his shoulders,
which were more like hips now. He was bent forward, the four new feet on
the floor, trying to pull his tank top off his forelegs by snagging it with
feet - any feet - from his hind legs, but he couldn't see with the tank top
halfway off and covering his face. So all the big long legs were kind of
flailing as they blindly tried to reach their feet for the stranded tank
top, their feet thudding against the floor or their long thighs slapping
each other.
Now there were six big forelegs in the large armholes of the tank top.
"Here," I said, grabbing the waist of the tank top and pulling. Dave braced
his new forefeet against my chest - there were now eight of them - and I
pulled, with difficulty sliding the shirt tightly over the masses of leg
muscle and past the ungainly plethora of multiple feet pushing against my
chest - I actually liked that feeling -, and managed to pull it off him.
Just in time, too. Dave had sprouted several more pairs of long, athletic
legs from his flanks. He appeared to be doing some kind of reverse flip
with all of his hind legs, because they were arching over backwards to
reach forward upside down, many of the feet hitting the ceiling because of
the length of his legs. I noticed his head had disappeared as his shoulders
sprouted more and more pairs of forelegs. It wasn't more than few seconds
that his extra hind legs arching over from behind him met the new forelegs
and flank legs, and then there he was, a complete wheel of legs.
It hadn't dawned on me how huge he would be as a wheel of legs, because he
really was huge this way. I was standing at the front, allowing several
pairs of his feet to rest on my shoulders, and holding a few more pairs of
on either side of me in my hands. He had several pairs of bare feet on the
floor. I looked up. A few pairs of his big, beautiful bare feet "stood" on
the ceiling upside down, and the rest formed a tumbling jumble of legs all
the way down the back of the wheel to where the bottommost feet touched the
floor. Between the feet on my shoulders and the feet touching the ceiling
were several more pairs of feet piled on each other, a little confusedly.
Sure enough, all the feet faced the same direction. The feet on the floor
were facing me, the feet I was holding were pointed up, all their soles
headed in the same direction to the ceiling, where they were naturally
upside down and pointing to the back of the wheel, and from there, pointing
down as they were piled on each other, all the way down to the floor where
they were pointed in my direction again.
I realized I was pretty boned at this point, because all the feet and legs
were perfect copies of Dave's original long-muscled beauties, the large,
shapely feet all beautiful in their gently sculpted masculinity. They
radiated warmth, and had Dave's nice skin fragrance. I found that my hands
were smoothing themselves along Dave's muscular calves and thighs, going
from one pair to the next. I realized I was kind of comforting him in case
he was shocked or anything by his transformation.
I thought he might like to roll over to the bed and rest on top of it, as
much of him as would fit, with so many legs going in all directions, so I
backed up a little, pulling on a few of his feet to signal him to come
forward. First I could tell he was trying to walk forward, because all the
legs on the floor made clumsy attempts to move their feet forward, but they
were all out of step as he tried to figure how to get his legs to move
without their thighs slapping those of the legs in front. It was cool to
see so many of his feet on the floor, and all around the wheel of legs up
the back and touching the ceiling and coming down again to where they
touched me. I was loving this festival of Dave's beautiful big feet.
So I pulled again gently, this time pulling on his feet that were higher
up, so they'd roll down and let him roll forward, and that seemed to
work. All the knees did their job and cushioned his movement as he slowly
rolled in my direction, a giant beautiful ferris wheel of gorgeous feet and
athlete's legs, moving in silence except for the kiss of legs sliding on
each other and the slight groan of the wooden floor as dozens of big bare
feet weighed upon it as Dave's wheel of legs rolled in my direction. There
were some slight scuffing sounds from the ceiling as the feet at the top of
the leg wheel felt their way along the ceiling backwards, as they moved
heel-first from the top of the leg wheel down to where I could reach them
and steady them as they rolled down past me to finally touch the floor.
But Dave, being an accomplished athlete, soon had this rolling action
pretty much figured out, or at least his legs did. Anyway, we were at the
bed now, behind me, so I pulled the foot nearest to the bed, pulling it to
touch the top of the bed to show him what it was. He immediately got it,
and the other feet near the bed felt for it. Slowly, with curiosity since
it was all by feel, all the feet and legs and knees worked together to walk
and roll the wheel of legs onto the bed, which slowly sank under the
tremendous weight of all the legs as they gathered themselves onto the bed.
I would guide individual legs or pairs of legs or armfuls of feet along,
helping Dave get onto his side, so all his leg pairs could comfortably
rest. It was like a big round blanket of muscular legs draped itself over
the bed, scores of feet overshooting the bed on all sides even though it
was a huge bed.
Dave raised about half a wheel's worth of his legs up for me to crawl in
between them, a couple of his feet hooking around me and pulling me toward
him, more of them helping me lie down comfortably as I snuggled in among
the dozens of pairs of legs. It was wonderful among all the long, warm,
heavy leg muscles and large, gentle feet as many of them laid their
beautiful long soles against me, touching me all over.
And among the miles of warm leg muscle, my wandering hands made a pleasant
discovery that shouldn't have surprised me. All of the penises between each
pair of legs were majorly aroused, hard as a rock, crowded as they were
among all the pairs of legs. The pair of legs my face was resting between
raised up as if to present its hugely aroused penis to me. Yes, I thought
to myself, as I went for the first of several aroused penises, it was Dave,
all right!